TBT: When the Suit Was Just Pretty

In the 1950s and 60s, my father sold tires in Washington DC at 23rd and M NW. He had occasion to meet many influential people at this job as well as just ordinary folks who wanted to get tires while they were at work.  One of them was a White House photographer who gave this photo to my father. It had been taken in mid  November 1963 at the church of St. Stephen the Martyr on 24th and Pennsylvania Avenue.  A young president and his wife at a church that was just built in 1961.  FBI agents on both sides of them.

Who knew what was to come and what that suit would symbolize to most any Americans who were alive at that time. Sadly, by the time the photographer gave this photo to my father in spring of 1964, we all knew.

Flashback Friday

This is my father at The General Tire Company lot at 23rd & M Streets N.W. Washington DC. The back of the photo says 1963 and I will guess say it it autumn or spring by my father's shirt and the lack of leaves on the trees.

The strange thing is that my current husband also worked at 23rd and M while a co-op student in college tho not for this tire company. I always find it amazing that people who are have significance in our life have often intersected our life at other times. My current husband could easily have been across the street while I was on my occasion visit to my father's job while on my way to shopping in Georgetown. But it would take a first marriage for each of us and many many years down the road till our paths finally crossed with meaning.

Flashback Friday May 30

Today would have been my dear mil's birthday. She was a sweetheart, a tiny little thing (4'10) but there was no doubt that she ruled the roost. These pics were taken when she went as my chaperone (!) back when I was visiting her son down at the Air Force base in Mississippi in 1963. (Tells you a lot about this concept since blogspot thinks the word is misspelled and doesn't have an alternative; dictionary says it's an outdated word... )



Mama was sick on the train going down, and I was sick on the train coming back up. She had great fear that I was pregnant! However, as I reminded her years later when she told me this, it would be pretty unlikely that I'd have morning sickness 3 days after The Possible Event. ;-) eta: There was none of that. This was pre-pill.



Mama always had a soft spot for cats, and she found this one down on the AF base and just had to love him up. Mama went to heaven ( I have no doubt about this) in 1999 when she was in her 80s. She was the best mil a woman could ask for. Love you Dorothy.